Valentine's Day

"Ben, do you have the - oh."

Satine stopped short in the Sundari, blinking a bit in surprise.

Obi-Wan was sleeping, datapads spread about the mahogany desk and his head pillowed in his arms. One of the many fires in the library warmed his back, crackling merrily while he snored.

She smiled a bit, leaning against the wall of holobooks and watching for a moment. Even during his meditative leave he refused to stop working.

Shaking her head, she scanned the area and spotted a rack of throw blankets near the fire.

Careful to avoid creaking floorboards, Satine retrieved the throw before gently laying it over his shoulders.

"'m awake," he mumbled.

Satine raised her eyebrows, watching him slowly sit straight and grimace, putting a hand on his neck. She watched for a moment, frowning before stepping forward and putting her hands on his tight shoulders. "You need to learn to take time for yourself."

He leaned his head into her chest, sighing when she began neading the muscles. "That feels good," he muttered, eyes closing.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm hmm." Eyes fluttering open, he peered at her a bit. "Why is the work-a-holic telling me I need to take time for myself?"

"You were cuter when you were quiet and enjoying my ministrations."

"Oh really?"

Satine smiled, gesturing for him close his eyes. She waited a beat, then crawled into his lap, easily straddling him, hands smoothing over his shoulders. "Don't get cocky."

"You've met me, right?"

"Fortunately," she whispered, kissing him gently.

Obi-Wan settled his hands at her knees, fingers gradually pushing her dress up her thighs, feeling her squirm a bit while he felt traced the lace beneath his fingers. Pulling away slightly, so their lips just barely touched and their breaths mingled, he murmured, "Valentines present, I presume?"

"Hoped I would forget, hmm?" Satine opened her eyes, her eyes glittering just a bit and her nails scratching at his neck. "You'll want to unwrap it slowly."

"Horrible woman," he huffed, earning a giggle.

"How am I horrible?" She moved her hips ever so slightly, looking very proud of herself when he groaned and tilted his head back. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the presented skin, she ground against him.

"Am I allowed to remove your dress?"

"Honestly, your basic human decency to ask for consent is really hot." Satine removed her dress in single fluid motion, tossing it somewhere on the floor and feeling oddly self-conscious when he put his hands on shoulders, eyes taking over her body.

"Now how," he murmured, scrutinizing the black lace shift she wore. "Now how am I supposed to enjoy all of you when your breasts are covered?"

Satine raised her eyebrows, then grinned wickedly, moving her hands downwards, watching his eyes fall shut. "Not everything is covered Ben."

Making an incomprehensible noise, Obi-Wan squeezed her hips tightly while they kissed and she touched through the fabric of his leggings.

"God - Satine."

She smirked, undoing the fastenings of his leggings and pushing the cloth away.

He pulled away a little, eyebrows raised in surprise. "We're doing this -"

"Here?" Satine leaned forward, kissing chest and neck and anywhere she could reach. He didn't respond verbally - only tugged at her waist, taking her lips in his while she settled on him fully. A harsh breath escaped him, and she pulled away slowly, taking a moment to adjust, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah," he managed, using an arm to cradle her against him, "Yeah, we are doing this here."

"Mmm good. I wasn't planning on moving."

Obi-Wan rocked his hips, listening to her gasp and bury her head into his shoulder. He kept doing it, feeling her eventually join the rhythm he had created.

Author's note: I've had a horrible day filled with physical ow and ughhh autoimmune sucks and I'm sad any Obitine wasn't posted so!

Here you are my friends - Obitine being adorable and somewhat smutty

ii Digestive Reader ii